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“The old man is not great, but he doesn’t tell me to stand” (riddle)

Cold, low temperature

Extreme cold

In East Slavic mythology, the personification of winter frosts

Grandfather of the Snow Maiden

In Slavic mythology, the god of winter and cold weather

. "... and the sun - a wonderful day"

. "Take care of your nose in the big..."

. "Voivode" of winter

. "Blacksmith" who shackled the winter river

. "Blacksmith" who forged the winter river

. “The old man is not great, but he doesn’t tell me to stand.”

. "The Frost Painter"

. "Who am I children? Grandfather..."

Was strong when I came out of the forest

Daria... (Russian actress)

Grandfather of the Snow Maiden

Grandfather from Veliky Ustyug

Winter Striker

New Year's grandfather's name

Gift grandfather name

Who builds bridges across rivers without logs?

Who covered the Christmas tree in snow in the song?

M. cold, cold, chill, cold, in which the water freezes and the thermometer drops below zero. It was frosty at night. Nowadays the frosts last or persist for a long time. On the twelfth bald spot, the frost bursts, they believe. The apple blossom was damaged by frost. Frost ran up to the skin, across the skin, behind the skin, the frost moves or picks up, due to illness, or from fear, disgust, etc. What is the frost like? This is a frost, we don’t have such frosts, but smoldering frosts. The frost tears the iron and hits the bird in flight. The need came out in the cold. He even walks barefoot in the cold. The frost is not great, but it does not require you to stand. Such a nickname that you can’t pronounce it in the cold. This is so, it was a lie from the cold. Cold and frosty, the man froze on the stove. It's frosty outside, but the money in your pocket is melting. If only there had been no frost on the hops (nettles, peas), the tyn would have outgrown (grow to the sky). There would be mowing, but frost came. The guests arrived early in the frosty weather. The Annunciation left frosts and matinees. If there is severe frost on Haggai March, it will remain until Epiphany. Morozko gallops through the spruce forests, along the birch forests, along the damp banks, along the windings. The frost orders those traveling with clothes to bow, but he himself is not lazy to visit those without clothes. Frost, iron with frost, Veliky Ustyug tinned, which is used to rivet chests. Frosty, related to it, very cold, they talk about time and place. It's frosty now, frosty. Kaluga but to a lesser extent. frosty adv. Frosted iron, white, tinned and lightly etched. Frosty, about time and place frosty, very cold. Frosty side, winter, frosty, cold. Morozovina frost, battle, plow, chilli, frozen tree, field, place. -fighting, -bitty, related to this. forest, log, torn by frost, with through cracks. The frost-bitten hop flower does not cling to the stamen. Morozka an earthen or snowball, or a stump, doused and frozen, for sliding down a hill. collect pointed nail, for lining winter shoes. Hellebore m. plant. Helleborus niger, hellebore, hellebore. To freeze, to freeze someone, what, to keep in the cold, to expose to the cold; let it freeze, shiver. They freeze fish for future use and cockroaches for extermination. It's freezing outside, impersonal. freezing, there is frost. At least freeze the wolves. It’s enough for you to freeze, lie, lie or brag. Apples are frozen for future use. It's too cold, go to the hut. The poles under the booths are frozen in ice. Freeze the bastards out. The fish is freezing, that is, it will soon ripen. Frozen cabbage soup is good on the road. The coachmen were (over)frozen. We froze the apples. I got frostbite on my finger and got chills. Frostbitten nose. The seedlings were frozen. It's freezing outside. The plate is frozen to the table with snow and salt. You froze me in the yard and kept me there. What a freak! lied. Ice cream Wed. valid by value verb It's freezing in the yard, Psk. goes to the frost. -sya, go into the cold, freeze, get cold of your own free will. Ice cream Wed. frozen treat made from sugar with cream or fruit drinks and spices; they spin it in an ice cream maker. Ice cream maker psk. hard frozen cranberries. Ice cream maker m. -nitsa w. one who makes ice cream, sells it, or is a hunter of it. Psk. frostbite, chilliweed, chaffinch, frostbite. -nikov, -nitsyn, belongs to them personally. -nobody related to them. Ice cream vol. chilly person, freezing person, finch, chilly person. Sib. fake, from a burnt under a clean one, a squirrel in which the flesh has been frozen and turned white. Ice cream m. or plural. ice cream, psk. frozen apples. Morozyanka, Morozyanitsa w. Psk. hard frost. Early frosts, cold

There was a crackling man standing on the street

New Year's grandfather

Very cold weather

Weather "running" on the skin

Well below zero

Russian actress who played the role of Varya in the film "Savage"

Russian actress who played the role of Vera in the film "The Trap"

Russian actress who played the role of the maid Katya in the television series "Death of the Empire"

Russian actor, director, director of the films "Black Square", "Dungeon of the Witches"

Russian "general", very "respected" by foreign invaders

Russian Santa Claus

Russian name of Santa Claus

Russian name of grandfather Mikulash

The most famous grandfather

Creaky weather

Snow Maiden's grandfather

Builder of winter "bridges"

Cold, cold

This general is believed to have played a significant role in two wars, the second being 130 years after the first.

Bitter cold

Cold, cold

The best remedy for cockroaches

. "outside... and the money in my pocket is melting"

. (Morozko) in Slavic mythology, the personification of winter frosts, a blacksmith who binds water

Grandfather builds a bridge without an ax

Winter striker (weather)

Low air temperature

Character by A. N. Ostrovsky, "The Snow Maiden"

Character of Slavic folklore

weather phenomenon

Under the tier is a caftan with a garus (riddle)

Sazh runs, doesn’t tell him to stand (riddle)

Extreme cold

Synonym "Red Nose"

Old man with a chill

Chilling to the bones

. "Take care of your big nose..." (last)

Whose fairy-tale image among the Eastern Slavs is represented in the form of a hero-blacksmith fettering water

Character from A. N. Ostrovsky's play "The Snow Maiden"

This is what, according to Matroskin’s cat, the refrigerator produces

What kind of weather can “run” on your skin?

Antifreeze resists it

. “not fire, but burns” (riddle)

. “draws without hands, bites without teeth” (riddle)

Epiphany temperature

Fairytale grandfather giving out real gifts

Grandfather whom no one has ever seen young

Runs through your skin with horror

Nekrasov's poem "... Red Nose"

Natural phenomenon with red nose

Sentinel Voivode

Russian Winter

Siberian winter

Rare weather for the English

Grandfather... on New Year

Grandfather... - red nose

Rms, without legs and without RKK

Winter is so terrible with frosts, winds and snowdrifts that you are too lazy to even go outside, let alone make a foray further than your yard. It’s good to be young, wherever you wanted, you ran there. But for an old and sickly person it’s already a little hard, sometimes his legs are buzzing and hurting, sometimes his eyes don’t see so sharply, sometimes his blood pressure fluctuates, sometimes he doesn’t have time, or his mother’s laziness holds him tightly in her arms. Everyone has their own reason, but life flows.

One fine frosty day, a group of elderly women gathered at the “Rodnik” Integrated Center for Social Services for the Population. It is difficult to motivate men after the holidays. Accompanied by social work specialists, they took us for a walk to a ski resort. The brave and skilled got up on their skis, ran, and others looked after them, waved their hands and slowly went for a walk along the flat path with sticks. It’s not so easy to walk with Scandinavian sticks; we were taught this science by a young mentor, physical education instructor Vadim Ilyasovich.

How beautiful the forest is in winter! There are fir trees and pines in white coats, birch trees in fluffy hats, and mittens hanging on every branch. And what kind of air you breathe, and you can’t get enough of it, and the silence...

We walked two laps with Elena Anatolyevna. Our skiers completed more laps accompanied by Elena Sergeevna and Vadim Iyasovich. All the women's cheeks turned pink, their eyes sparkled, they forgot about blood pressure and illness. An hour and a half flew by quickly. The frost got stronger, stung our noses, and drove us home. And they took us to a cafe to warm us up with a hot lunch.

Nice walk! It brought me cheerfulness and joy, as well as some exciting anticipation - “What else interesting awaits us?”….

I still felt winter yesterday. Not much, just the edge, but it’s something: in the morning the frost was minus 9, cloudy, but not gloomy; the western wind is barely perceptible; crumbly snow underfoot; My nose is cold, my hands are cold. I didn’t take skis - there wasn’t much snow, and it was dense - it froze after the thaw.
I walk along a forest road and just smile. And why? Because I'm glad. I'm glad that I'm finally seeing a lot of animal tracks. I thought they all died out, or went somewhere far away from the winter rains and snowy mud. But no, real winter has come and the frost drove everyone out of their lairs and forced them to search intensively for food. You have to live.

I decided to count how many tracks I would encounter per kilometer of travel.
So. There are a lot of traces of weasel and...it seems, an ermine. They proceeded with their “colons” all along and across. At first I counted, but then I got confused in their labyrinths and gave up the matter.
A hare crossed the road three times. Most likely he was alone and running back and forth. Although….
There are a lot of fox tracks. One thing I realized was that there were at least two foxes. They ran along the road and across the road, moused at the edge of the forest, dodged and... placed marks on the bumps. The female placed five marks along the kilometer of the path. Lisovin followed her and got to know her. Have their weddings really started? It’s still early; in our area, the rut is usually in February-March. A wood grouse flew across the clearing, sat on the top of a pine tree, and began to tug at the branches. I decided to come closer... Who's there! He only let me get within two hundred meters and flew off into the birch forest. But five minutes later a couple of wood grouse flew out from there. Having made a victory lap over the birches, they disappeared into the pine forest. For the first time this winter I meet wood grouse.

Evening. It got dark. It feels like -15 below zero. As soon as I stop, I remember the proverb: “The frost is not great, but it does not tell you to stand.” Movement is life.

It doesn’t seem to be very cold, but the trees in the forest are cracking. Somewhere far away in the village they set off fireworks to celebrate the Old New Year. A fox barked in the depths of the forest. A rare light snow fell.

This morning I walked along the same route. During the night, even more were trampled by either weasels or stoats. A preoccupied fox passed along the road, winding along the way - he was looking for his fox.

Lyudmila Shorygina
Scenario of the sports festival “The frost is not great, but it doesn’t tell you to stand”

Target: contribute to the accumulation of motor experience in children, stimulate proactive action in different types exercises, increase the interest of preschoolers in outdoor games, promote the development of the ability to organize their free time, form the basics healthy image life; foster camaraderie, discipline, and mutual assistance.

Materials: emblems "snowflakes" And "ice", two relay batons, two relay flags, two medicine balls, two clubs, two washers, two pairs of skis, two sleds. Two hats for grandfathers frost(blue and red nose). 4 hoops and snowballs (16 pcs.).

Progress of the lesson:

Children line up in columns sports grounds. Each team has an emblem.

Ved.: Winter has come, dress in white at home.

They're standing trees with white caps

Winter is for the strong, dexterous, and brave.

Which team can name the most proverbs about frost?

Freezing and the iron tears and hits the bird in flight.

The frost is not great, Yes doesn't tell me to stand.

Freezing He grabs the lazy one by the nose, and takes off his hat in front of the agile one.

Take care of your nose freezing.

How the frost is not squeaky, but it doesn’t hurt, it’s burning.

In the winter cold everyone is young.

Two friends - frost and blizzard.

Before the competition begins, there is a warm-up to music. With an assessment of each team.

I relay: “Whose team is faster?”

Everyone takes part children: crawl under a rope, run between two anthems. sticks, run around the pyramid and return.

The Snowman appears on skis.

Snowman: Hello children! I was already going to rest in my winter kingdom, because I had to work a lot. Look how much snow there is, how high the snowdrifts I have made! And I can’t count how many trees I silvered! But I see it's your holiday. Can I play with you too?

Ved.: Let's go, Snowman, to our stadium and the children will show how strong and dexterous they are.

II relay: "Medicine Ball Run" snake

Ш relay race: "Driving the puck with a stick"

In a straight line

Snake between objects

P/n "Hockey" before the first goal scored.

Snowman: Well done boys! I see what's growing here real hockey players. Now we will play an outdoor game with the fans “Grandfather Mazai, get out into the sun”

Ved.: And we have a Snowman, and there are skiers. Look how clever they are!

IV relay: "Running on one ski".

Snowman: I'm a funny Snowman

I've been used to games since childhood

I can play snowballs skillfully

And I hold my nose with a carrot

Let's have fun playing

And throw snowballs at the target.

Game task: “Whose team will move snowballs from hoop to hoop faster?”.

Outdoor game "I won't let you in." The presenter invites the children to hold hands and form a circle so that the Snowman is in the center.

Ved.: Snowman, dance for us and then we will let you out.

The snowman is dancing, and so are the children.

Game task "Sledging": one is lucky - the other goes, they change back.

P/game "Two frost» : On opposite sides of the site, two houses are marked with lines. The players are located on one side of the court. The teacher selects two drivers, who stand in the middle of the area between the houses, facing the children. This Frost Red Nose and Frost Blue Nose. At the teacher's signal "Begin", both Frosts say: “We are two young brothers, two frost daring. I - Jack Frost. I - Frost Blue Nose. Which one of you will decide to set out on the path?” All players answer: “We are not afraid of threats and we are not afraid of freezing» and run to the house on the opposite side of the site, and Frosts try to freeze them, i.e. touch with your hand. The frozen ones stop there where they were captured freezing, So are worth until everyone else has finished running. The frozen ones are being counted, then they join the players. Players can run out of the house only after the word « freezing» . Who runs out first and who stays in the house is counted frozen. The one touched Freezing, stops immediately. You can only run forward, but not backward or outside the area.

Folk game "Snowflakes and the Wind": team "Wind"- everyone is running, team "The wind died down" o - everyone stands in a circle.

Snowman: We had a lot of fun, but it's time for me to leave. And for you I have a surprise - sweets.

The snowman rewards the children, says goodbye, gets on his skis and leaves.

Ved.: Let the frost is cracking

The blizzard is swirling in the field!

Kids are tough

Don't be afraid of the cold!

Well done to us guys:

Brave, skillful,

Friendly, cheerful,

Fast and brave.

To the sounds of the march, the children leave sports grounds for the group.

Publications on the topic:

Scenario for the holiday “Santa Claus in Africa” Children enter the hall to the music " New Year's toys" Presenter. Our dear guests! The exciting holiday has come, guys, it took so long.

Summary of a lesson on reading fiction. Learning the nursery rhyme “You are frost, frost, frost...” Goal: learning the nursery rhyme “You are frost, frost, frost.” Objectives: Educational: - teach children to repeat the nursery rhyme “You are frost” expressively and rhythmically.

Scenario for the New Year's holiday in the second junior group “Hello, Grandfather Frost!” Goal: to attract children to the tradition of celebrating the New Year, to create festive mood; create conditions for children's self-realization. Active.

Scenario for the New Year's holiday "Father Frost - in the Kingdom of the Snow Queen" Scenario New Year's holiday"Santa Claus is in the Kingdom Snow Queen"(Children perform formation changes to the music of the New Year's round dance, c.

Scenario for the New Year's holiday for children of senior preschool age “Santa Claus got sick” Roles (adults): Snow Maiden Santa Claus Hut on chicken legs Baba Yaga Barmaley Doctor Aibolit Roles (children): Girls - Huts on chicken legs.

It's time to get up, it's time!

It’s as if they weren’t even telling him! While his leg was hurting, Mirgasim became lazy, lazy, and now he doesn’t want to get up so early. He lies with his back to the stove, facing the window, looking at the frosty patterns.

In the summer, the windows in the Nasyrovs’ house are the most beautiful: geraniums and roses bloom there. But in winter, in every hut, every window, there is a blooming garden. Patterned leaves, flexible stems. Mirgasim breathed through the round lake in this garden and saw that the sky outside the window was still completely dark, almost black. Blue snow glistens on the roofs. Snow is always blue if the sky is black. But the windows of the houses are already filled with light. Light pours from the windows onto the snowdrifts, and it seems that the snow is painted in yellow and black checkered patterns.

This means that people have already woken up. So, it really was morning.

Get up, Mirgasim, get up! You'll be late for school.

The grandmother rustles the straw, knits golden strands and feeds them to the insatiable stove. A match was struck and the straw engulfed in flames crackled. How light it became in the room, how merrily the fiery little men in bright caps ran along the strands of straw! The caps are yellow, red, blue, green, but most of all red! The Reds are coming! Go red, go!

Who wants to leave a warm room for freezing temperatures? Will they really allow you to stay by the stove? They didn’t even give me a proper meal, they kept pushing me - hurry up, hurry up! And then they completely kicked me out the door:

You'll be late for school!!

It's my own fault. Why did you admit yesterday that your leg didn’t hurt? Now there's nothing you can do, you have to go.

Eh! But the street is not at all so dark and the sky is not at all as black as it seemed to Mirgasim when he looked at him from the window, from the round lake that he breathed on the frosty glass.

The sky has already turned white, and in this white sky hangs the moon, transparent as ice. She's melting. On this white morning, the squat wooden huts look like large chests upholstered in silver tin. Pink columns of smoke stand above the black chimneys; it seems as if they rested against the sky and did not allow it to fall on the snow.

With every step, the snow under Mirgasim’s feet brightens, becomes unbearably white, it’s scary to even step on such whiteness.

But people have no time to admire the snow; they trample it with galoshes, boots, and felt boots. And the snow remains just as clean, only it rings more cheerfully and creaks louder. The snow creaks especially sharply under Abdrakip-Babai’s stick. Where is he going? He went up to the school porch and entered the school. For what? Do you miss Asiya? But then Uncle Rustam climbs up the steps of the porch, brushes the snow off his feet with a broom and also enters the school, followed by: elder sister long Temirsha, long Sakine, Aunt Karima... Parents' meeting today, or what? Meeting in the morning? No, that doesn't happen.

Eh, Mirgasim! Mirgasim has recovered! - the guys shout, and clouds of steam fly off their lips along with the words, as if the words froze in the air, falling like frost onto their collars.

Suddenly two strong paws fall on Mirgasim’s chest. That's how big he has become, Chulpan! He pokes me in the face and wants to say hello. But Mirgasim did not provide him with anything today, neither boiled beets nor flatbread. But Chulpan also needs affection, right? Look how he jumps! Now you can’t handle him - broad-chested, strong. The back is like black silk. It shines as if oiled. The edge of this fur coat is gray and fluffy. Chulpan's ears are high and always alert. Amber eyes laugh merrily, lips smile. He can laugh too. His teeth are white, his tongue is pink, and he wants to lick it. Chulpan is especially good when he sits with his head bowed to the side and listens to what the guys are talking about.

Where Chulpan is, there is Asia. She is wearing a velvet fur coat with mother-of-pearl buttons - this was her grandmother's Cossack coat that was altered for her. Well, she cried when she realized that she would be left to spend the winter here without her parents. What did you console yourself with? Grandmother's old hat. And now she has this silver-embroidered kalfak cap on her head. Any girl not only in the village, but probably in Moscow itself, would envy such a dress.

Cover yourself with a shawl,” Karima-apa persuades Asia every morning, escorting her to school, “it’s cold, you’ll catch a cold.”

In Moscow, no one wears a shawl in winter, and I won’t either.

She doesn’t obey herself, but she brings up Chulpan strictly:

And he, leaving Mirgasim, walks next to her, as if on a chain. He understands every word. If I had sat in class, maybe I would have learned to read, because I’m smart. But his mistress is too stern, she doesn’t even allow him to set foot on the threshold of the school: she orders him to go home. And he is such an eccentric! - turns and runs back.

Schoolchildren shake the snow off their shoes and take off their shoes. Some have white socks, some have black, gray... Mirgasim's favorite ones are red. Stepping silently, they go to the classrooms, but the teachers lead the students from the classrooms into the corridor. There are benches there today. On the benches are senior students, the chairman of the collective farm, Uncle Rustam, Abdrakip-babai, Karima-apa and several other adults. In front of the benches is a small table. Fatima-apa comes to this table and sits down. Such meetings have sometimes happened before, if the news in the newspapers is especially sad or if the message is unexpected, joyful.

But now Fatyma-apa has in his hands not a newspaper - a letter.

A letter to you, Asia,” says the teacher. - Do you remember what it was from dad in August? So it came from mom! Can I read it out loud?

Fatima-apa reads, but Mirgasim doesn’t want to listen.

“Everyone gets letters,” he thinks, “but not us!”

He doesn’t want to, but he still listens. The weirdo, apparently Asia’s mother, writes to her: “...Don’t sunbathe without a panama hat, don’t immediately jump into the river when you get excited. The water in our river is cold..."

I wanted to laugh, but the laughter got stuck in my throat. It means that her mother sent her this letter in the summer. Where is she now? And why did the letter take so long?

“We have completely transparent moonlit nights, and the shores, together with their reflection, seem to be sealed into the glass. When you row, the boat glides across still water, like a skate on smooth ice. You can only hear the gurgling of water under the bottom, light splashes behind the stern and the sighs of the wounded, whom I am taking to a new base down the river...”

Is Mirgasim seeing such a dream or is Fatyma-apa actually reading such a strange letter out loud?

Asia sits, as always, straight, and her pigtails lie along her back. If you look at her from behind, it’s as if nothing had happened, as if this letter wasn’t for her.

Mirgasim made his way between the benches and came closer to Asiya. Zufer is also here, and Shakira, and Razia.

- “...Each person in our family, you, dad and me, all three of us, with our own work, in our own place. We are each fighting on our own front, and believe me, we will win.”

At this point the letter ended. It became so quiet that Mirgasim heard the ticking of the watch on Fatyma-ap’s hand.

Asia was pale but calm. And this calmness of hers frightened Mirgasim.

“Has she gone deaf, or what?”

Hey Asia! - he suddenly shouted. - Who has won?

Everyone stared at him, but Mirgasim looked only at Asia.

I, I won. Did you receive a letter? Who spoke? Who promised: “There will be a letter!”? You still didn’t believe it... I swore to you with my head and my bread! Don’t you believe it now either? Take it in your hands and read it yourself.

Grandfather Abdrakip, he was sitting on the back bench, got up, went up to his granddaughter, stroked her head, thanked Fatyma-apa and went to the door. And the other adults also went, each to his own work. And the guys ran to their classes.

It’s a good custom in our village: to experience both grief and joy together.

“A letter to Asiya - is it joy or sorrow?” - Mirgasim couldn’t understand, but just in case, he didn’t pull Asia’s pigtails that day.

After lessons, Fatima-apa said to Asiya:

I won’t let you go outside without a shawl,” and, wrapping the girl up, she covered her silver-embroidered kalfak with her shawl.

Asia didn't argue.

We left school, and Chulpan was already here! He stands opposite the porch, works his tail at full power, but does not dare run towards him - he is waiting for an order.

Asia! - Mirgasim shouted. - Let him smell the letter, let him at least get to know your mother by smell, otherwise after the war he won’t let her into your house.

Chulpan, come here,” says Asia, “smell it.”

With small, senile steps, Asiya Mirgasimova’s grandmother approached.

The frost is not great,” she says, “but it doesn’t tell me to stand.” Come to us, Asia, baby. Grandfather is waiting. I put the kettle in the hot ashes, we will drink tea with scones.

Standing on the school porch, Mirgasim watches how they walk together - grandmother, Nailya, Asiya, and next to her is Zufer.

But where is Shakira?

The snow shimmers, as if it were lined with fragments of mirrors; Two shiny stripes run across this iridescent snow - traces of homemade skis, on which the long Temirsha flies ahead of everyone.

Subtle steam rises from the sun-warmed huts, and it seems as if the air is trembling above the roofs.

Why is Shakira not visible? Did you really stay at school?

Mirgasim looks into the school. Shakira is standing in the corridor by the window.

Sister!

She turns around, her eyes are wet, her nose is red.

Well, Asia didn’t cry, but you’re crying...

I would like to know what happened to our dad, where is brother Mustafa...

Everyone would like to.

This night I feel like this horrible dream dreamed, if you knew.

Fatima-apa approaches his brother and sister:

I also see dreams. All sorts of...

Oh you women! Do you think dreams always come true? If they came true, I would eat candy and drink cream every day... Here's your sheepskin coat, Shakira, let's go.

Let's go. Just don't tell anyone that I cried...